Day 2

Lucca Sicula ! This is the town that my Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother on my father’s side came from. Not a particularly pretty town. Mostly post war construction… obviously not a very wealthy town. But Chiesa Madre was a very pretty church

and we met a young man behind the counter at the cafe/gelateria who’s last name was Perricone and who’s father had gone to visit his friends in Pueblo Colorado. He had a picture of his father and his friend in Pueblo on the wall behind the counter. He couldn’t think of anyone named Ferraro in the town but he did know of a family named Corda (Great Grandmother’s family name) who lived up by the church. There were many old men sitting in chairs outside doorways or on benches on the sidewalk, just watching the day go by. We got a lot of suspicious stares (expected) but mostly pleasant greetings if we spoke first.

We didn’t expect a lot from Luca Siccula but I think we all enjoyed our visit. We had lunch in a town called Ribera where we visited the Duomo which was, oddly enough, reconsecrated in 1999 after extensive reconstruction/restoration by one Carmelo Ferraro Vescovo (Cardinal Carmelo Ferraro). This was the only occurrence off the Ferraro name that we have come across so far… except for a Ferraro brand sugar packet in the Rome airport.

Back to Sciacca where we freshen up and head into town to find… whatever there is. We mostly walk around down by the sea and find some very pretty architectural touches amidst the industrial decay and working fishing port trash and clutter.        We end up at a seafood restaurant in the port. Everything is very fresh and delicious. Lise wants the anchovies, but we are informed that there are no anchovies because it’s Saturday and they didn’t go out and get them. A half kilometer walk up hill to the car and we are home again by 9:30pm…

I need a haircut… perhaps we’ll try this in Agrigento tomorrow.